I've never liked New Year's Eve much. It's like a birthday. What's to celebrate? You're glad you're getting older? That's when you're a kid, not when ...ou can feel the bad back and the sore knees and have to wear reading glasses. But even when I was a kid I thought New Year's was scary. All these people partying, drinking, having fun. What are they celebrating? That they've survived another year? They certainly can't be celebrating what's coming, because they don't know."I'm scared, that's all,". My Master told me I needed to practice stretching myself with my toys and fingers so it wouldnt be such a shock so like a good Sub I obeyed as often as I could, fingering my ass in the shower and using my toys while home alone.Tuesday came and I was awake earlier than usual. As soon as my husband left for work that morning, he was on his way. I had prepared myself all weekend, and decided it would be good to do some playing before his arrival. Just knowing I was in for an anal work over had me. Her weight shifted backwards against the seat and I rolled more on top of her, still joined at the genitals. She laid back, her legs spread, eyes closed and hands on my hips. Conjoined, we continued to copulate. Her ample breasts rippled as I bounced her into the cloth seats. Her face seemed enraptured. I loved the power I felt, being able to please her that much. Like a piston I pounded her, my cock relentlessly digging into her ravaged, trembling vagina. Her face twisted in a tighter. ." This time as he dropped to the ground I got to his neck and scissored my legs around it, squeezing and choking him. "Call me a cow!" I kept up the pressure, feeling his weakening struggles as he tried to gain his breath, I knew I was killing my master, but I had to stop him. Pauline had already told me that the thighs had the strongest muscles in the human body, I was just proving this.Finally Master stopped struggling and I released my hold, I moved my hand to his throat and tried to find a.